Kids are making fun of me and my feelings are still not tore
And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for
Of a pig, having fun at a oil rig
What you tripping on?see, i'm the spoiled chick
Old school convos, talking bout lotto, spreading advice, always a lot of fun
While you fucking with mei'm a self-made millionaire!thug livin', out of prison
'til the thrill of killing animals was no longer fun.
Every woman that know us think uzoma my cousin
And i bet you all them letters in your mailbox waiting
With my heart most of you fuckas just fakers in the making
Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was
Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,
In pajamas i snuck out to watch santa
And i cum so much i make fun of niagara
I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win
And start making all kinds of commotion
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